Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 43
 

Deen was not surprised to see his mother's dishevelled
look. His only doubt was whether the chauffeur had
also fucked her in addition to Ram. From the glow on
her face, he found it safer to assume that she had
been fucked by the driver too. Further, her body
language was also lethargically sexy, crying out to
the world that she was freshly fucked. Manya didn't
bathe after coming home but slipped her petticoat and
bra off as she always did, retaining her transparent
saree and sleeveless blouse on. She decided to spend
some time with her kids and for the next few hours
mother and sons spent the time watching television,
laughing away and in general ribbing each other good
naturedly. Dinner was ordered from a Chinese
restaurant and the only moment of irritation came when
the delivery boy kept staring at Manya's visible
cleavage and nipples while also casting sly glances at
her juicy crotch. He found it difficult to look her in
the eye while collecting the money. If he did he would
have seen her smug, indulgent smile.But he chose, like
all others to ogle her ripe and well pleasured body
instead. It was an uncomfortable two minutes, only for
Deen, not for his mother or brother. And the
discomfort to Deen came only from his throbbing dick
with his head carrying lingering images of the
delivery boy's face, his eyes popping at the sight of
the lewdly revealed lady of the house.

With his mother and Binu sleeping together as usual in
his Dad's absence, Deen wondered whether it would be
worthwhile peeping on them, in view of the hectic day
undergone by his horny mother. With atleast six seed
blasts as per his estimate she should be dead tired by
now. But there was never knowing about Manya and Deen
understood that. Well after bedtime, he gave them half
an hour before silently making his way to their bedoom
window which was very slightly open. That was enough
to watch while being unobserved.

His mother was lying on her back in half slumber on
the bed with Binu's leg encircling her thighs. Her
saree top was fully off and the bottom of the saree
was raised upto her thighs. Manya's eyes were closed
as Binu was engrossed in his act of working on his
mother's belly. This time Binu was fingering her navel
with his right hand index finger, while his face
rested on her bosom. It rose and fell with her heaving
chest. Deen noticed his mother's breathing get heavier
as his brother's fingering intensified. He could also
see Binu kissing the top of his Mom's cleavage every
now and then as her breathing got heavier. Deen
suddenly heard Binu say softly,

"Mom I'm sorry about the other day".

A puzzled Manya opened her eyes and murmurred, "Sorry
about what dear?"

"When I suckled your breast, I pulled away saying it
didn't taste good. Actually it tasted great. I'm sorry
for hurting your feelings".

Not knowing how to react, Manya simpy nuzzled his head
onto her bosom and smiled at him reassuringly.
"Hmmmm," she could only murmur as she smiled. The
watching Deen felt she looked beautiful in that
particular smile.

In less than a minute, Deen heard Binu ask "Mom, can I
suck it again please"? Manya looked down in surprise
and confusion through her cleavage at her son's
innocent looking face, feeling his navel fingering get
more eager. Before she could answer, the telephone
rang. She reached out to pick up the handset and
placed it to her ear, Binu's head still on her chest,
pressing against her mounds. It was her husband.

"Hello Desh, how are you. This is a surpise", she
called out to her hubby.

Both Deen and Binu heard intently. Binu however
wondered why it was a surprise since his father had
spoken just a day earlier. The conversion carried on
as Binu kept fingering his mother's juicy navel and
digging his face into her bosom. Manya could feel some
moistening and itch in her loins but it was not
alarming.

"No Desh, no trouble from the kids at all. No, not at
all from Binu. He's a loving, caring son,"gushed the
half naked mother looking down with a smile at her
son.

Binu was thrilled that his mother praised him. He
moved his face up and kissed her neck softly. He moved
further and now pressed his lips against hers
lovingly. For a second, the sexy mother looked down at
her son and indulgently kissed his lips, allowing him
to continue the kiss while she tried to listen and
reply to her husband. Deen's dick went once again went
into overdrive at this sight. It was an unelievably
erotic sight, watching his brother tongue his mother
all over her face and lips and squeeze her belly while
she spoke to his Dad on the phone.

"Mmmmmm", replied Manya in between, her words getting
muffled by Binu's ardent tongue. "Nothing. I'm just
sleepy and am trying to make Binu to sleep fast too",
she replied, accounting for her moan. Binu recaptured
her lips when she finished her line and kissed her
deeper. Manya gasped and opened her mouth wider to her
son's tongue. His hand was now fully caressing her
stomach flesh, making her tingle all over. Still, she
didn't feel overly unmotherly about the whole thing.
She kept tryng to follow hubby's description about his
activities in Mumbai, her mind registering part of it.
She kept mumbling replies whenever Binu's lips freed
hers. The sexy mother's face and neck were wet all
over. Suddenly she felt Binu's hands open her blouse
buttons. Binu had asked her whether he could suckle
but she had not time to reply. She doubted whether she
would have refused him, but had not expected him to be
this bold. She watched and heard while her son totally
exposed her well shaped breasts and began to suck on
one nipple. She couldn't help moaning aloud into the
phone. Deen heard her tell Desh on the phone that she
was eating and feeding Binu. Binu fed lavishly on the
fruit offerred by his juicy, loving mother. He nibbled
and sucked voraciously on Manya's nipple. The lusty
mother found it very diffcult to maintain normalcy and
started squirming around to gain stability in speech.
She was barely able to communicate and it became even
more difficult when she felt her son gently stroke the
other breast while sucking on one. Deen watched in
stunned amazement as his topless mother offerred her
breasts fully to her son's ravishment, while talking
to her hubby on the phone. It was forbidden lust at
its extreme making his dick ache and ache.

Manya herself was driven to depraved horniness by the
situation. Her eager son had opened her up when she
had little time to react and her hubby was in no mood
to quit talking. She reached her hands below to the
free area of her pussy and seeing her son's head busy
with her breasts, she began to masturbate herself
slowly over the sheer saree. Binu didn't see it but
Deen saw the awesome sight. His shameless mother had
surrendered her body to her son's hands and was now
teasing her pussy to a climax. He heard Manya tell
Desh to come back soon and almost laughed out aloud.
Manya was wet and throbbing in her cunt as Binu's
sucking progressed without respite. Her son sucked
away at her heaving boobs while she thrust her hand
away into her soaked vagina, the telephone still
around her ear.

"I will take care Desh," she managed to mutter. Binu
was almost biting her nipple now while the other hand
mashed her breasts a little more than gently. The
blood rushed through Manya's body like a geyser. The
utter lewdness of her situation brought her fingers to
thrust wantonly into her adulterous cunt and
whispering loudly "Desh dear, please come, come...",
the horny wife exploded into an orgasm with her son
sucking her breasts. Her son Binu suddenly looked up
in surprise. He enjoyed what he was doing but the
effect it produced on his beautiful Mom was a
revelation that confused him. He stopped suddenly and
surveyed the mess that was created. Her naked, well
squeezed breasts were heaving continuously and her
almost exposed thighs quivered. His Mom's broad hips
rose up and down as she said bye to his Dad and hung
up. Deen saw that Manya had removed her hand from her
pulsating cunt the moment Binu raised his head. She
was now topless, with just a transparent saree bunched
up around the pussy which she had fingered out of
shape. She had just finished a silent sobbing and her
body was on the receding wave of the shuddering climax
brought about by her incestuous escapade. His horny
mother looked a most arousing sight, as good as naked
in bed with her son, having allowed him to suck and
maul her heavy breasts with gusto. He watched her well
stacked body undergo the last stages of her receding
orgasm and rushed back to his room for the ultimate
jerk off of his life.